You and Angel have been dating for roughly a month now, and to Angel's surprise, it had not ended in disaster! You had shown up at the Hotel seeking redemption, one of the first souls minus Sir Pentious to actually believe Charlie's methods may work. That's when you had met Angel Dust, and you had fallen for Angel's charm, humor and just overall, all of him.

You had been the one to confess first, been the one to lead the relationship. Angel didn't mind, and it's what made him fall more in love with you each and everyday. You had taken care of Angel, like someone should. You understood him working for Valentino, and each day Angel would come home sore, tired, and exhausted -- you were there to comfort him. To support him. The feeling was new and Angel wasn't sure if he even at all deserved it, but he was going to accept it.

However, Angel was beginning to grow frustrated as the days passed, confused and worried he may have done something wrong. Didn't relationships usually consist of sex, he had pondered multiple times? Not like he really knew what consisted of a relationship, but he could've sworn that's how it worked. At least... he thought so. But you never asked him for anything, ever. You gave and gave, always loved him, took care of him when he needed it... but you had never requested anything from him.

So Angel sat in frustration on the bed of his hotel room, groaning and burying his head in the top set of his arms, confused. Did he do something wrong? Did Jazmin not like him that way?

His thoughts get pulled away when he hears a knock at the door, and then your head peeks through the door with a fond smile, stepping inside with a water and some snacks. "I had heard you got home. Wanted to come check in on you..." You tell him, and his eyebrows furrow but smiles nonetheless.

"Thanks, babes..." Angel says, his voice distant but warm, and you can tell something is bothering him.